Short Cuts

Transatlantic dance party with Audio Bullys and Electric Six.

Tools

Ego War

Audio Bullys

(Astralwerks)

Fire

Electric Six

(XL Recordings)

A little less than a decade ago -- if you believed the hype -- all the
myriad subgenres spun off from disco and techno and united under the rubric
"electronica" were poised to take over the
pop-music world, tossing guitar-based songcraft
forever into the dustbin of history. This never happened, of course, especially on this
side of the Atlantic, but, like hip-hop, electronic dance music has made an
impact not just as a form unto itself but through its influence on other forms. Two
recent cases in point are Ego War, from
British DJ and MC duo Audio Bullys, and
Fire, from Detroit garage-rockers Electric
Six. You may have to look for these albums in different sections at your local music
store, but in both sound and hedonistic spirit, they're dance records.

In terms of other recent British club-culture crossovers,
Ego War is something of a combination of the Streets'
Original Pirate Material and Basement Jaxx's
Rooty, if not nearly as grand a statement as
either. In other words, it's British hip-hop with its heart on the dance floor.
MC Simon Franks doesn't convey the literary depth or waves of detail that make
the Streets' Mike Skinner so special, but he captures a subcultural vibe with a sure
flow and a flair for ear-catching soundbites. As a rapper, he's no Jay-Z, but he sure
beats the guy from Linkin Park. DJ Tom Dinsdale can't yet match the
eclectic, Prince-like funk of Basement Jaxx, but club-ready tracks such as "100
Million" (which features parent-child
give-and-take worthy of "Yakety Yak" or
"Summertime Blues") and "Way Too Long" snap
hard enough to get even the most committed wallflowers on the move.

Thematically, Ego War is a
slackers' tour of the casually lawless side of
club culture, Franks shouting-out to his 24-hour party people: DJs, graffiti
artists, drug sellers. The centerpiece is the
single "We Don't Care," a sneering anthem
that aims to be a hip-hop/techno update of "Anarchy in the U.K." and is pretty
and vacant enough to almost pull it off.

Where Audio Bullys represent a culture, Electric Six comes across as a
total put-on, a culture entirely unto themselves.
Fire is a collection of totally lunatic
dance anthems from a band as cheesy as Steppenwolf. But it's novelty music in
the best possible sense -- with backbeats and bass lines that make the band's high
concept a physical reality. Lead singer Dick Valentine is self-appointed "Dance
Commander," the only garage-rock frontman in the known universe to vocalize his
desire to "program beats." He's backed by
a bassist named "Disco" and a guitarist named "the Rock-and-Roll Indian."
Song titles are more than enough to convey the mood: "Nuclear War (on the
Dance Floor)," "Getting Into the Jam,"
"Improper Dancing" (" out in the street").

If you think all this sounds too silly and forced to be worthwhile, I can
sympathize, but you obviously haven't heard the band's single (originally released
in 2001 when they were called the Wildbunch but finally a hit this
year), "Danger! High Voltage," perhaps the
most inexplicably giddy, irresistibly stoopid record of the year and the band's
one moment of true brilliance. It's a song that suggests Electric Six might be the
first band whose music is an extension of the mash-up phenomenon, because
"Danger! High Voltage" is nothing if not an
inspired assemblage of the good parts of other records, a Frankenstein's monster of a
rock song whose genetic code I'd map something like this: Start with an '80s
AOR song that people take for corny but that actually sounds really good,
something like Foreigner's "Urgent." Give it a
Chic-like disco remix that pushes its fluid bass lines and danceable beats to the fore.
Replace the arena-rock vocals with snotty, enthusiastic, amateurish
punk-rock screeches (inviting the White Stripes'
Jack White to pitch in). Finally, for the victory lap, cap the record with some
skronky saxophone, possibly cribbed from the Stooges'
Fun House or X-Ray Spex's Germ-free
Adolescents. Play the result enough and soon your pets will tire of hearing you
ask if they wanna know how you keep starting fires.

If nothing else on Fire comes close
to that, it's not for lack of effort: Some nifty surf-guitar leads to a plea to start a
nuclear war at a "Gay Bar," and "Improper
Dancing" and "I'm the Bomb" boast the
best discofied guitar anyone's heard in 20 years. But my vote for runner-up is
"Synthesizer," a utopian tribute to electronic dance
music that comes off as the only heartfelt moment on the record.
Fire may be a goof, but when it comes to their love of
dance music, Electric Six are very much like the equally aloof Audio Bullys: They mean
it, man. -- Chris Herrington

Grades (both records): A-

A Woman Alone with

the Blues Remembering

Peggy Lee

Maria Muldaur

(Telarc)

Tribute albums are a tricky proposition at best, especially when one
artist exclusively covers another. Either you come away feeling it's blasphemous
to even touch these classics or you get slavish, not very original interpretations.
So it's a great relief to find that A Woman
Alone with the Blues is an excellent release. Muldaur's talent for jazz singing,
which she's never fully explored before, really
surfaces here.

Muldaur delivers an earthiness and direct sensuality to the songs which
Lee, with some of her pop-inspired arrangements, could only hint at. Though
Lee's subtle delivery and ice-queen intimations of sex are classic, Muldaur lets
it rip on this material. She does a few of the better-known Lee songs, like
the ubiquitous "Fever," in a sizzling
arrangement, but she also takes pains to cover lesser-known songs that Lee made
her own. Once again, by mining her roots and interpreting the music that
originally inspired her, Muldaur has come up with another winner. -- Lisa Lumb